The puppy in the saddlebag, with the same peculiar blue eyes that Ezekiel had long ago learned to be wary of, responded to his smile well before his mother did. Her reaction only deepened his suspicion that she was a new mother. As the collie touched the ground, Ezekiel continued to smile and remain where he stood. Even small animals could be vicious, and he did not wish to tempt anyone with a horse the size of this one.
She was a healer. Almost instantly Ezekiel’s eyes lit up. As he opened his mouth to comment on this, there was a commotion from her merle colored puppy. It squirmed and yapped and ran right at him. When his mother did not follow, Ezekiel took this as a sign that she was allowing him to do so. Amber eyes focused on the puppy as he squatted, making himself small as to not intimidate the young puppy. “Why hello little man,” he greeted warmly, smiling in such a way his whole face lit up despite the scars over his eye.
He lifted his eyes to the woman, still holding the horse, and made a low series of noises that were not unlike the knickers of a horse. Low-speech was truly his second language, and with it he attempted to reassure the rather intimidating mare that her wards had nothing to fear.
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